Isle of Skye

Copied from my O Healer, Heal Thyself blog. I don't even know how to begin this... or what title to put to this. Let's start with what made me post here. Les enfants. Apparently, my choice to not procreate is causing a block to my finding the right person to marry. Fascinating how the aunts and the single men of my community can casually box you straight away the moment you mention this. Fascinating  how you have to use Energetic NLP magnets and vacuum cleaners on the  inside of your brain to continually remove all the thought forms, limiting  beliefs and programmes people carelessly send your way. And to release  all the blocks and all the hooks that allow them to even vibrate at your  frequency or to trigger you in the first place. FASCINATING! Fascinating  how, the more energies you feel you release, the more wired and alien  you feel when you unwittingly go to places where you just absorb so much  energy... and feel like you are...

“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” Mark Twain So, I've wasted the entire day doing nothing but being on the PC the entire day. Well, I researched the courses I wanted to do. And did some yoga. But still... grrr. Better do my meditations and set goals for tomorrow. And go out. And do some gardening. Trust. Feel the loneliness and slight desperation you feel about finding someone and unease you feel about your sustenance and let it go through the "body of glass". Pray to Allah. All is possible. Love this song, btw. It's a perfect song. His voice is like satin. Now this one is on constant replay, making me feel like I'm missing something. I AM NOT. If I am single, it's because that's what is best for me now. When I was in a relationship, that was what was best for me then. Doh. And the disintegrating of the relationship was what was best at the time. And the fact that we are not in co...

That Art Giser dude knows what he's doing. I did the webinar earlier on. I feel my energy is now at thirteen per cent. Trust and faith is slowly trickling in. I was able to sing again today. Oh Allah. I only have You. No effing body but You. Numerology, nah. Intuition not there. Had no idea when I rang Aunty Shaista that her house had been burgled last night. So stressful. You fear for your safety for months afterwards, sometimes. My face skin's cleared up after a week of shitty flaking, bleeding and cracking. I even feel like buying a Maltesers Easter egg, splurging with £1. Except Sainsbury's offer is now gone haha. Allah, keep me safe from my father's ire and threats and evil intents until I move out OF MY OWN ACCORD. Open up the floodgates of Your abundance for me. You are abundant. Ipso facto, I AM ABUNDANT.